December 5, 1979 -
A blast of frigid air ripped through the parking lot whipping Janet"s long, dark hair. She gripped the front of her coat, pulled it tight around her, and ran for the entry door of the banquet hall. Shaking her head to sluff the snow out of her hair, she opened the door and stepped inside to the warmth of the lobby. There, she removed her gloves, shoved them in her pockets, and made her way through the lounge to the reception hall.
She was an hour late and most of the one hundred or so guests for her brother"s wedding were already there. Her gaze swept over the sea of white linen-covered tables and searched for her father. When she saw him, she took a deep breath and headed in his direction.
“Where"ve you been?” he said, getting up to greet her. He pulled her into a pr
